A Math Class Beauty

This is a true story and the events here in really happened...35 years ago. So, I am filling in some details with a little flair. 

I was 15 years old as a freshman in high school. It was in the early 80's. After school, I worked at a malt shop part-time and was dating Shyla. She also worked at the malt shop, but attended another high school.

So, on to the story.

In math class, the girl that sat next to me, Ronnie, she was a looker. Her breasts were above average size for a 15-year old, average height, very pretty face, slightly curvy, slightly round or chubby, and she was on the school dance/drill team. She was very beautiful and dreamy, but not overtly sexy. She always wore nice make up, dressed nice and had her hair done up in sort-of the 80's big hair style. 

We were both struggling in math class and would attend the study group a few times a week after school. As the school year progressed, Ronnie started flirting with me more and more. Now, I was not Tom Cruise or the star football player. But, I wasn't ugly either; very average looking. So, as Ronnie's flirting became more, I was a little defensive at first; I didn't want to be the butt of a cruel joke. But, over time, she seemed genuine, and funny, and sweet, and was very pretty. I could see wasn't trying to make fun of me, but make friends with me.

As the school year went on, I would talk with her after school, between classes when we would see each other, and at the study group. I was getting to the point where I had a dilemma, stay true to Shyla, my girlfriend, or start flirting more with Ronnie and progressing towards a relationship. Hmmm, I was a confused high school’er. I couldn't make my mind up, so I didn't. I just kept flirting with Ronnie at school and continued seeing Shyla on weekends and evenings.

One day I was feeling a little horny when I went to school. So, when I was sitting in math class and had Ronnie flirting with me, I got a hard on. And I mean a full mast, standing at attention hard on. My dick was pointing sideways when I sat down. But now, as it rose up, it became caught in my underwear. It was a little uncomfortable too. Soon, Ronnie noticed my predicament. Giving me a knowing smile, she passed me a note. It read, “Math is extra hard today. Do you need any help with it?”

Oh fuck! I turned red and smiled real big. She definitely knew that I was sporting a boner. I just put my hands in my lap and pushed down and arched my back, like I was stretching; just trying to make that damn, hard dick go down. That move did nothing but make me more excited.

Just about that time, the teacher started pointing out students to go to the chalk board and write out how they worked out last night’s math problems. Well, Ronnie was the first chosen, I was the second one. Me, with a freekin' boner.

I couldn't go up there with this log sticking out in my pants; no way. So, I immediately stuck my hand in my pocket and acted like I was trying to dig out a pencil or something. Trying to move my hard dick to a less conspicuous position. Ronnie stared at me with an ached eyebrow. A few others just stared at me like I was crazy. But, what else could I do? The teacher did not take "no" as an answer. So, there I was playing pocket pull. Ronnie smiled at me and asked knowingly, “Why did you need a pencil at the chalk board?”

So, I finally made it up to the chalk board and wrote out problem #2...in chalk ;) When I finished I kept looking at the board; there was no way that I was going to turn and face the class with this hard dick standing up in my pants. Ronnie had finished writing out her problem and told me that I looked very excited to come up to the front of the class. “Ha-ha,” I replied.

After the teacher reviewed the work that we wrote out, he told us that we can go sit down. I turned to him and asked to go to the restroom. He sort-of smiled at me (was it a knowing smile?) and nodded his head 'yes'. I was out the door like lightning. 

After a fast but short walk, I made it into the toilet stall and closed the door. As quick as I could, I took down my blue jeans and underwear to just below my crotch and stood facing the toilet. My breath was fast as I couldn't grab my cock fast enough. My hand felt good on my dick as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Visions of Ronnie rubbing my dick filled my head. I could see her smiling, giggling, staring lustfully at me. Oh, I was charged up. "Ronnie, you can come help me with hard arithmetic any day," I thought as my fist slid up and down the length of my cock.

After a quick 30 seconds, my balls started tightening up. My dick became engorged and fatter. I started bucking my hips. "Fuck, I wish I had some pussy," I thought to myself. "Ronnie's pussy." Then, my knees started to buckle and I felt a large rope of cum start pushing up my cock.  My strokes became shorter and faster. Then, I slightly squeezed the end of my shaft, just below the head. My cum felt like lava in my shaft, trying to boil out. As I pointed my dick straight ahead, and I shot a blast of cum against the back wall.

Oh, what a relief. I was in a blissful state now. I started jacking the full length of my cock again and quickly shot another onto the wall. Then, two more on to the toilet seat. The rest dribbled into the toilet and all over my hand. "Ohhh," I gasped. Looking down as I let go of my dick, I was still slightly hard with a drip of cum hanging onto the tip. I flexed my PC muscle and my dick jumped.

After wiping up my messy hand and cock, I left the jizm on the wall and toilet.  I pulled up my pants, tucked in my shirt, and zipped up. Then, I washed my hands and took a look in the mirror. I was out of breath, sweaty, and red in the face. So, I rinsed off my face and dried. I took my time walking back to the class. I could feel that I still had a slight chubby in my pants, but it was not a tent pole anymore; it was manageable.

As I walked back into class, there were other kids at the chalk board writing out their homework problems now. I took my seat and grabbed my pencil that was sitting there on my desk the whole time. Ronnie whispered to me, "That was quick, did you wash your hands?" She grinned real big. I scoffed at her and said, "Yeah." Hmm, did she know that I just orgasmed with her as my motivation?

Later in the year during math class, Ronnie asked me, "Steve, would you like to go out this Friday night and go see a movie?"

So, there is was; my dilemma again. Do I stay with my girlfriend, Shyla? Do I date both? Or, do I go out with Ronnie tomorrow night and start a new chapter?

I was already knee deep into a relationship with Shyla, so I did the right thing and turned down Ronnie. I listened to my morals and not my cock. "So, who is this Shyla girl anyway? Did you make her up or something?" she heatedly asked. " Or, are you a mama's boy and scared of a real woman? I can't believe that I spent all year flirting with you." Ronnie was not happy at all.

Ronnie asked the teacher if she could move her seat far away from me that day. She sat in the back of the class and was visibly upset; her eyes were red and puffy. As the year went on, I really didn't see her anymore, she hid herself away from me and eventually had a spark with someone other guy in school. 

As for me, I stayed with Shyla until the end of the summer and then I broke up with her. Like most teen flings, I just didn't have that spark for her anymore.

Fast forward 20+ years. I'm lying in the ER in pain. It's shift change and the nurse coming on duty comes in and looks at my chart. She walks up near my face and says, "Hi Steve. I'm nurse Ronnie. Do you remember me from high school?"